Political correctness started out as a good idea, but went bad in a very big way. Leave it to John Cleese to express this perfectly.
Quite excited to have all the covers ready for my Bridge of Eternity series.
Brandy’s father once told her that being a reaper was much like being an IRS agent. Everyone hates you, but you’re just there to carry out a task that was determined from a much higher power. Just like an IRS agent didn’t make up any tax laws — that was the job of Congress — a reaper does not cause anyone to die. An IRS agent and a reaper are both there simply to make sure everything is in order.
– An important snippet from my current manuscript which I probably can’t use
In the midst of euphoria over finishing the last novel, I jumped headfirst into writing the next, and now, three months later, I’ve reached the stage of, “What the hell was I thinking?”
And yet it progresses.
Most writers seem to have very similiar stages in writing longer manuscripts. Mine generally follow this pattern:
- Let’s do this thing!
- I’m on a roll!
- Wow, this is taking a lot of time out of my life.
- What the the hell was I thinking?
- I am wasting my time on this piece of crap.
- I should take up knitting instead.
- Okay, that was cool, maybe I’m not so bad a writer.
- Hey, this thing is coming together finally.
- The end is in sight!
- Yay, I’m done, and that ended completely different than I thought it would!
But being that I’m only three months into it, it’s pretty good (at least for me) to already be at Stage Four.
Great, beautiful thing I heard on Nerdist podcast during an interview with writer / actor / director / comedian Jon Favreau (director of Iron Man): in a scene, aim for truth, and you’ll hit funny on the way.
Heighten and explore the “game” of a scene until it transforms.
Listen here: Nerdist Podcasst with Jon Favreau »
I felt the need to share this photo. I think it’s one of the prettiest ones I’ve ever taken.
Taking advantage of the recent snowstorm, my day job had me go take some pictures of various job sites in the snow for a campaign. On my way back to the office I stopped by this park in north Naperville … and am glad I did.
A national weather alert went off, waking me up at 4:00 AM, to warn me that it’s snowing outside. So I take a look at the alert, and it goes on to say we can expect a whole 2 inches.
Really? It had to wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me that? For 2 inches of snow? Oh my god call out the national guard!
Whatever. But lying here I did notice a trip to the bathroom might be a good idea, so I go, and by the time I’m back here in bed my mind has started up for the day … and now I can’t go back to sleep.
Last night I was alternating between watching “Game Grumps” with my younger daughter on YouTube, working on my current manuscript, and working on my niece’s new and improved website. Now I’m itching to work more on the website, but I know I really should try and get back to sleep.
But I can’t, at least not until 5 minutes before the alarm goes off.
It’s going to be one of those unhealthy, highly caffeinated days, I can already tell. Espresso shots with my vanilla almond milk, then coffee, and a Rockstar energy drink in the afternoon. I don’t need a crystal ball to see this future.
Thank you so much National Weather Service for alerting me to this hazardous 2 inches of snow.